Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Index,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.